. Rod, gun, and palette in the high Rockies : being a record of an artist's impressions in the land of the red gods . ered the obvious after-guard of the summers sightseers, a scattered and reminiscentremnant of the seasonal army that passes in and out of the nationalpark. After breakfast, waiting for conveyances, a pair of pointerscaught the artists eye. Desiring their further acquaintance, heunthinkingly whistled to them, but was in kindness checkedby William. Jimmy, thats a bad break. You mustnt ever do that call another mans dog, unless youre in charge of him, is oneof the seven d
. Rod, gun, and palette in the high Rockies : being a record of an artist's impressions in the land of the red gods . ered the obvious after-guard of the summers sightseers, a scattered and reminiscentremnant of the seasonal army that passes in and out of the nationalpark. After breakfast, waiting for conveyances, a pair of pointerscaught the artists eye. Desiring their further acquaintance, heunthinkingly whistled to them, but was in kindness checkedby William. Jimmy, thats a bad break. You mustnt ever do that call another mans dog, unless youre in charge of him, is oneof the seven deadly sins of the sportsmans code. From Yellowstone by concord and wagon the further way laythrough sagebrush levels of lodgepole pine, skirting and crossingthe main stream of the Madison to our camping ground, in a bendof the Madison river, at an altitude of 6,500 feet, in heavilytimbered country, eight miles from Yellowstone and five fromGrayling postoffice, Montana. In the continuing storm we foundtents pitched and all things made ready. We were welcomed to Page 21 22 Rod, Gun, and Palette in the High Rockies. camp by Fred Rcichenbach (Swiss, fromBerne, six years in this country) and JayWhitman, from I )aVM County. Missouri—as he himself acknowledges, one of the gentlemen who have to be shown and otherwise ■ self-possessed quiet man witha happy ■mile and a sandy the way out to camp, the onlylife observed was a gray squirrel, who. regardless of the bent on making a busy best of things. 1 hen it in the camp ■ well bred, finely mannered liver andwhite pointer dog. Jay by name, son of a famous prizewinner onceOwned by Bill. With him arc two black-and-tan fox hounds,1 rsiler and C hambcau. far larger than their I English brcthic eighty pounds each, owned by Fred. These arc classedby Bill as the finest of their kind within his memory. All threeOOgl arc sociable, but Jay has a gentle self-effat mgncss. thoughof unquestioned spirit and c
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